((REVERB)) Name || Pyramus Fallyn || Age || Appears rather youthful~ and, couldn't possibly be older than twenty-one, if one were to look upon him in a mortal sense. || Gender || Male || Pronouns || He/Him/His || Sexuality || Gay || Species || Daemon || Role || Maître Di's Right-Hand Man || Personality || Pyramus is a complex and enigmatic individual, whose motivations are shrouded in mystery, even to those closest to him, including his superior, the Maître Di. At first glance, he exudes an air of elegance and refinement, carrying himself with the poise and dignity expected of someone of his stature. His speech is formal and polished, and he has a discerning eye for the finer things in life, which is reflected in his immaculate taste in fashion and surroundings. However, beneath this veneer of sophistication lies a darker, more sinister side to his personality. On occasion, Pyramus can be a ruthless and heartless individual, who appears to take pleasure in causing chaos and destruction. He taunts and mocks those he perceives as weak or vulnerable, and displays a callous disregard for their feelings or wellbeing. His behavior can be erratic and unpredictable, swinging wildly from charm and gentility to cruelty and s@d!$m, leaving those around him walking on eggshells, never sure which version of Pyramus they will encounter. Furthermore, there are times when Pyramus seems to take great delight in watching things burn, almost as if it brings him a twisted sense of satisfaction or relaxation. This pyromaniac tendency only adds to the air of danger and volatility surrounding him, making him a dangerous and unpredictable force to be reckoned with. Despite these disturbing traits, Pyramus remains a fascinating and intriguing figure, whose enigmatic persona continues to captivate and enthrall those who cross his path. His unpredictability and capacity for both great kindness and great cruelty make him a compelling and complex character, whose true nature remains a constant source of speculation and intrigue. || Appearance || Pyramus is a stunning figure, with a commanding presence that is impossible to ignore. His tall stature is only matched by his magnificent physical appearance, which is both intimidating and awe-inspiring. His skin is truly unique, appearing to be made of solid gold that shimmers and glimmers under even the smallest amount of light. The color is a deep, fiery bronze that seems to radiate warmth and energy, as if it were freshly forged from the heart of a volcano. His facial features are sharp and regal, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that give him a noble, aristocratic air. His dark brows are angled and low upon his brow, further enhancing his dignified and majestic appearance. His eyes are almond-shaped and downturned, with long, thick lashes that frame them perfectly. The sclera is a deep, rich black, while the irises are the same shimmering golden hue as his skin. The combination is simply breathtaking, as if the sun itself had been captured within his eyes. Pyramus has sharp, elf-like ears that add to his otherworldly appearance. They are delicate and graceful, with a faint tracery of veins visible beneath the surface. His full, darkened lips are plush and inviting, with a subtle sheen to them that hints at their softness. But it is his hair that truly sets Pyramus apart from mortal men. His locks are made of actual fire, flickering and glowing every second with a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic beauty. The flames dance and twirl around his head, casting a warm, golden light over his face and body. The color is a deep, dark orange towards the base, gradually lightening to a more whispy, lightened fire towards the tips. The effect is like a gorgeous ombre of pyro, as if the very essence of fire itself had been distilled into a hairstyle. His body is lean and athletic, with a dancer's graceful physique. His limbs are long and fluid, with a subtle definition to the muscles that speaks of strength and power. He moves with a fluid, effortless grace that belies his incredible speed and agility. Even at rest, there is a sense of coiled energy about him, as if he were ready to spring into action at any moment. Overall, Pyramus is a breathtakingly beautiful creature, with a fierce, burning intensity that is impossible to ignore. His very presence seems to draw the eye, like a moth to flame, and his gaze is hypnotic and captivating. He radiates a sense of raw power and primal energy, as if he were a force of nature incarnate. ((He's also got a few little fire scar-crack things. But shhhh~)) || || Likes || - Elegance and refinement (when called for) - Immaculate fashion and surroundings - Formal and polished speech - Watching things burn (pyromania) - Causing chaos and destruction - Taunting and mocking others - Showing off / Goading - Spicy or salty foods - Warm spaces / Environments - Charm and gentility - Unpredictability
|| Dislikes || - Weakness or vulnerability in himself and others - Cold weather + Rain - Those who he feels are not worthy of his respect - People who do not understand or appreciate his more refined tastes - Being underestimated or undervalued - Feeling bored or unchallenged - Anyone who stands in the way of his goals or desires - Lack of acknowledgment - Authority figures who challenge his own authority - People who are too nosy or curious about his personal affairs - Incompetence or foolishness in others - Losing control or being bested by another. - Sweet foods. Especially ice creams. Clothing || The centerpiece of his ensemble is a magnificent white suit, tailored to perfection to accentuate his powerful physique. The suit is made from the finest materials, with a silky texture that catches the light and gives off a subtle sheen. The jacket features broad shoulders and a fitted waist, emphasizing Pyramus's imposing presence. The pants are equally impressive, flowing down his legs like liquid gold and ending in perfectly pressed creases at the bottom. But what truly sets Pyramus's outfit apart is the stunning golden cape that flows behind him like a river of sunlight. The cape is made from the finest silk and is adorned with intricate patterns and designs, each one telling a story of its own. It billows behind him gracefully, adding an extra layer of drama and majesty to his already commanding presence. The cape is secured at the shoulder by a delicate clasp, shaped like a golden pomegranate - the Greek symbol of death. Pyramus's love for gold extends to his accessories as well. His long, elegant gloves are made from supple leather and are dyed to match his gleaming boots. They are adorned with delicate filigree work, featuring intricate patterns that dance across the surface. Each glove ends in a delicate cuff, fastened by a small golden button that sparkles in the light. His boots are truly a masterpiece, crafted from the finest leather and adorned with golden accents that glint in the light. They rise up to just below his knees, where they are met by a pair of golden spats that add an extra touch of elegance to his overall look. The boots themselves are designed to resemble Grecian sandals, complete with laces that wrap around his calves in an elaborate pattern. Each step he takes echoes through the room, thanks to the soft clicking sound produced by the delicate golden tassels that adorn the tips of his boots. Finally, no description of Pyramus's outfit would be complete without mentioning the golden epaulets that adorn his shoulders. These ornate pieces of jewelry are shaped like pomegranates, once again reinforcing the theme of death that runs throughout his attire. They are embroidered with delicate threads of silver and black, creating a striking contrast against the brilliant gold that dominates the rest of his outfit. Each epaulet is secured to his shoulder by a slender chain, allowing them to move freely as he walks or gestures. || Magic || ((I'm exhausted. Basically, he's immortal, he can make fire + radiate heat + increase temperatures + control fire + bEcOmE fIrE. LoTs oF FiRe. And he can control/mess with/create light as well, but he can't do any crazy crap like control the sun, and he gets absolutely d e p l e t e d of magical energy when he's wet. O h! He's also got these funny little contracts he can make where people can sign their souls away to him and he can use that however he pleases so :thumbs up:)) || Code || "Ah. Pompeii must've been a fantastic sight." || Other || He does have a rather exotic hybrid of a cockney British accent and an Irish one, though it rarely affects his speech~ unless his emotions get the better of him. ||
